littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-14 23:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, christine chapel, gaila, james kirk, janice rand, montgomery scott |
Who: Gaila, Scotty, Jim and Janice
What: Gaila beats up someone :D
When: Who knows at this point!
Where: Vegas!
Status: Complete!
Rating PG-13!
Umm, dinner! Steak and shrimp! Vegas is a food bonanza and Scotty has made quite a significant dent in the food supply! It was a wonder he wasn't as big as a house. He was, however, considering ordering dessert, so it is best if his significant other maybe drags him out of there before some dessert suffers a horrifying death by being nommed on. Just a suggestion.
He wasn't sure when they were leaving, so he had to stock up? For the long ride home? Yeah, that's his excuse and he's sticking to it.
Gaila dragged him out. It was time to pack, since they really ought to get home at some point! Plus, she didn't want to see him have a heart attack!
"But...dessert," he was saying as he looked back fondly at where he was leaving the sweets behind. His plaintive stare was as though he was longingly telling the place he would return some day and consume everything in sight. Truly, his brain had latched onto that six month stay on Delta Vega and - beyond his obsession with sandwiches - he was behaving as though food was a commodity he was short on.
Nevertheless? Scotty? Dragged out. Sad panda.
"No time. Lets pack."
"Well who said we were leaving right away? I'm packed. I didnae bring as much as ye did, and I told ye four suitcases was tae many. Why'd ye need four suitcases?"
He hoped he hadn't miscounted and there was five. Because he's going to have to carry them all.
"I had to buy another suitcase for souvenirs and stuff!"
Scotty looked like a man condemned. In fact, he even sounds like one, "Och. Fuck. There's five."
"And some other bags." She was ticking off on her fingers.
"Gaila! Seriously!" He's watching her fingers like they just turned into tentacles and he might have to resort to verbal phaser banks to make her stop counting, because it's a wee bit horrifying.
"What? Its a vacation! Its not like you're carrying them all by yourself."
"Didnae ye have room left in the four ye brought, though?"
"No! They were full when I brought them!" She pulled them out and showed them. All expertly packed and organized in a way that was completely opposite to the rest of her life.
Well they'd obviously bickered all the way back to the hotel room, although this was pretty much...back to normal. For them, anyway. And he was sort of staring at amazement at the fact she actually can pack without it looking like it exploded in a pile of colors and patterns inside the suitcase. Kind of like the way their bedroom looked.
"Why cannae ye do this with the floor an' the closet?" he asked, while pointing at it, because...yeah, THAT would make sense, and maybe he could stop stumbling over her clothes bombs trying to find his own stuff. But when she PACKS? Then it's neat and tidy and organized. Go fig.
"Why would I need to, I'm not traveling." Duh.
Scotty's hand met Scotty's face in a impressive display of palm force.
She totally made the duh face, too.
Scotty laughed, like he was doomed to never seeing the bedroom floor ever again. And he's okay with that, because he'll just try to tidy it up and she will just explode her clothes all over it by throwing them everywhere like WHEE. And it will give him something extra to do. And that is okay. See? He's lowered his hand and is smiling at her. Because bedroom destruction and shoving things like one shoe and some frilly shirts under her bed? Is like some genetic part of her being, and he's not even going to try to change it. Or that duh face. Although....!
"What if I put the suitcases in the closet, when we get home? And ye just get what ye need out of them, and then repack them, and pretend every day is a day ye might have tae go on holiday?"
He's keeping hope alive. Before it's inevitably crushed by her next DUH face.
"That's silly. Why waste the effort to pack and repack if you're not going somewhere." The 'duh' face grew more apparent. She shook her head at her silly man and turned to sort the last suitcase. She allowed her expression to momentarily drop when she wasn't looking at him. Conflict played across her face, before a smile reasserted itself. She happily added some new fun sexy times items to the suitcase.
Scotty simply opened his lone bag, dropped a shirt in, zipped it shut, and then held one hand out to her like it was exhibit A. He's done. His facial expression hadn't changed at all. It was very much his own, very normal finely tuned mix of under the surface sarcasm, pinpoint focused watchfulness, and relaxed crankyism.
Only with a dab of happy because he was simply very relieved she hadn't taken off, and rather proud of himself for actually giving her any sort of jewellry and successfully troubleshooting the extended engagement conversation. Sure, in the back of his mind he was a wee bit worried about what Kirk and Rand had talked to him about, but that - to him - seemed a much lesser concern. And, to top it all off like a finely iced cake, he trusted Gaila to an extent that was almost blindly stupid, if not for the fact that he was pretty sharp minded and self-aware the rest of the time.
Well, fine, so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, number crunching in his brain at the same time, things he could adjust when he got home. So he's not all that aware of things around him, like he thinks he is.
There wasn't anything she could tell him, even if she wanted to. The dreams had been disturbing again. But a different kind of disturbing. Like things had clicked better and clicked together. She knew better what she was and who she was, and that was warring with an identity that was almost just...an exaggerated cover.
She picked up his bag and peered in, "Hey. We can fit more in here!"
"Huh? Is there more stuff, even now?" He looked over at where she was, with wide eyes. What the hell. He wasn't aware either that she was having any sort of identity war, because he's simply not a mind reader, and has no clue what she's thinking about or dreamed about. Nope. She tends to be all WHEE :D or GRAWRR D: and so he's not aware of anything inbetween. Before she gets too far with eyeing that space she found in HIS bag, he warned her, "We're not stealing the bath towels and robes,"
"No, no, I bought some more stuff and we can fit it in here, so I don't need one more suitcase!" She was all squee!
Oh sweet bejeezus. Scotty eyedarted and laughed a little. "Okie dokey, then."
And Gaila got to organizing Scotty's luggage!
"Dinnae mix the...okay, aye, just smush me own things over that way then tae make room for the stuff ye bought." He's just going to sit there and stare straight ahead like he can't watch. It's too painful.
Gaila shook her head. It had to be just right. There! Everything in its place and a place for everything. She snuck in the bathrobes and towels when he wasn't looking.
He didn't see a thing. Because he had turned on the television and was dinking around on the net via his phone, to see if he'd missed anything. "Och, that Tony guy on the valar net apparently was shot. That's shite. He seemed like a good, drunken, too rich, incredibly smart bastard. Hope he makes it."
"Tony Stark? Multi-billionaire super hot Tony Stark?" She stopped her packing and came to look.
"Aye, and...what'd ye mean super hot?" He squinted and held up the phone to her so she could see. "It's all over the place."
"Wow thats..all kinds of crazy..." She looked through the article, "Says he was saved with some kind of experimental procedure, but they're not saying what."
Scotty shrugged, like he hadn't the foggiest. He's not a doctor, so he couldn't say.
"Huh." She put the phone down, "Glad he's okay."
"Me tae, he seemed all right. Ye know I've got a soft spot for me fellow smart arses on the net," Scotty said, with a sigh. "Bloody shame. Hope they catch whoever did that."
"Maybe we could, with our advanced knowledge!"
"Buh?" Blank stare, right at her.
"Solve the mystery!"
"Gaila, I'm sure they've got people on that. We're not detectives. We're just...highly technological future people."
"And...we could solve it."
"Maybe, and this is only a suggestion, lass? We should leave it tae the professional people of this time-line, tae solve that."
She frowned at him, scrunching up her nose and then nodding, "Fine."
"Och! Dinnae frown about it. It's not like, ye know, we're intae covert operations and private investigation or the likes. We're more, ye know...engineering and computer tech driven."
"Just don't tell Jim." He'd be all over this.
"What? Why? We've got our own project though. I mean, I really do hope he pulls through but...we're not agents or the police." He was giving her a really strange staring at.
She shrugged a shoulder, "I just think he'd want to help."
"Well, um...maybe ye can suggest it tae him?"
"No way, I thought you didn't WANT to do anything!" She looked at him, horrified!
"Well, I was thinkin'...maybe it'd keep him busy?" Scotty looked hopeful, because if Kirk was busy then maybe there'd be less chance he'd get into trouble, or keep him from finishing the space project?
"I don't know.."
"Just an idea. Anyway, ready tae go? I suppose we simply wait until everyone else is ready tae."
"Well," She grinned at him. "We can get something to drink while waiting?"
"That sounds good! Let's." Thumbs up!
She grabbed his hand and DRAGGED him out!
Scotty was dragged out!
Gaila led him to a bar downstairs. The music was loud and pumping and the drinks were flowing!
The music was entirely hers, he was there for the flowing drinks!
She hopped onto the table, stripping her top off and dancing!
Yes, folks. That's Scotty's future someday probably wife. He is a strange man with strange tastes, or it's just that he happens to gravitate towards the strange chicks.
Off went the skirt! She was wearing brand new sparkly underwear with flashing LED lights and..she fit right in!
Oh yay, she wore the stuff he got for her! Sure, the setting was questionable, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. Which was why Scotty said 'screw it' to reminding her about any shred of propriety (it failed anyway whenever he tried), threw up his hands like \o/ and then toasted her with a drink, before he downed it.
He would not, no matter how drunk he got, get up there and dance with her. No way, no how.
She grabbed his hands, "Come up!"
"Ohhhh no, that's all right!" he said over the music. "That's better reserved for those that are easier on the eyes an' are wearing sparkly lights!"
He shook his head like he did not want, but smiled to let her know it was okay, she should just keep doing her thing!
"Then find me a partner!"
"What? Why dae ye need a partner?"
"To dance." There was that 'duh' face again!
"Cannae ye simply just dance on yer own?" He made the duh face back at her.
"Oh. Good point!" She threw up her hands and gyrated her hips!
Yay, he made a good point! Scotty toasted her again as soon as he got himself another drink, and started to down it. Quite happily, thank you very much.
A woman put her hand on Scotty's arm, "Hey there."
"Oh, hello," Scotty said, while staring directly at the woman's hand, before he dared look at her face. When he did look at her face, he raised his eyebrows up a smidge like he was waiting for her to ask directions or the likes.
"Buy me a drink?" She grinned at him.
"Whatever for? Do ye nae have yer own money? I'm not a bloody ay-tee-emm, I'll have ye know." He didn't sound quite as snippish, rather sort of flabbergasted some woman was trying to swindle a free drink out of him. He was keeping a close and suspicious eye on her, he definitely was.
Because no way in hell was he getting hit on.
She raised both her eyebrows, "Well then, let me buy you a drink?"
His chin tipped down and he blinked up at her in disbelief. Then, because he was just making sure it was pointed out, he literally pointed up at Gaila and shrugged his shoulder a little. He even gave the woman an apologetic smile, like that wasn't a big enough hint.
That, and this was just weird and never happened to him, ever.Probably because he didn't go out much. Duh.
She looked up at the girl, and shrugged, "We could all go back to my room."
"Beg pardon?" he said, like he wasn't sure he heard correctly. "What? No. It's not like that." He even pointed up toward Gaila's hand where the ring was on her finger, like it was very serious business, and see his finger? It practically has it's own guidance system, because he's managing to follow the ring's path with his index finger, more or less the entire time.
"You're a thing, I like that." She purred into his ear, only to get a foot kicked into her face as Gaila danced over, "He's mine, no touchy!"
"Bitch!" The woman grabbed Gaila and pulled her off the bar!
"Och, I couldae handled that meself...." Scotty had started to say because he'd been in the process of leaning away from miss lips-a-lot closing in on his ear like that. Well, that was before Gaila had danced in and luckily had great kick aim, because she missed him, entirely. As for the situation? Weirdness. Of the surreal variety, because he swore that this was something that might happen to someone else, but not him. Even so, he's trying to break it up, because no way did that wench just pull his green girlfriend off the bar like that.
There went Scotty trying to separate the catfight in progress, by getting in the middle of it, even though he's wincing like he's most likely going to bear the brunt of it. "Bust it up, now, knock that aff...both of ye...."
Gaila shoved Scotty away, "Bitch is MINE!" Then she headbutted the woman, knee'd her between the legs and twisted a titty.
The woman shrieked, grabbing Gaila and smacking her head against the bar. Gaila growled, and flipped the woman over.
Okaaaaaaaaaay then. Though that made him wince a bit. And step out of the way of that woman being flipped. Gaila? Was pretty freakin' strong. He hadn't realized she was that...grawrr and angry and capable of doing anything about it, either. So he was sort of left on the sidelines of the situation, watching everything with intense scrutiny. And maybe patting one hand down on the bar for another whisky drink.
Gaila wiped blood off her forehead, grabbed the woman's arm, twisted it behind her back and shoved her against the wall holding her there until security came.
Someone is kind of wondering where that came from, and he's downed that drink very quickly. Just so he could move in and check out her forehead.
"Are ye all right?" he asked, still watching very closely. "I think ye might need a stitch or two. At least a plaster."
"Its fine." She wanted to go before they decided to drag her off as well. She flashed him a brilliant smile.
He didn't look so sure. But he didn't want her to get dragged off either, so he twitch nodded his head toward the nearest exit and gave her a covert wink, like perhaps? They should go that way.
She threw up her arms and then made her way quickly towards the exit, stopping only long enough to get her skirt back on, using her top like a makeshift bandage.
Scotty waited at the exit for her, along with making a little waving hand motion like they needed to move their arses. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole thing. Weirdness!
But even he knows it's better go ask questions at a safe location, not at the scene of the catfight.
She sped past him and made her way to the elevator, slumping when inside, "That whore was hitting on you!"
"I couldae handled that though," he reassured her, glad when the doors to the lift shut. "Did ye not see me leaning away from her? I didnae get a chance tae explain. Here, let me look at...och! That has tae hurt."
"I know, and I'm proud of you." She licked some blood dribbling off her nose, "I still had to teach her a lesson." She swatted at him, "I'm fine!"
"Dinnae slap at me hands like that, I'm tryin' tae help! And yer not fine, ye had yer face bounced aff the bar," he protested, and if she wanted to keep swatting, he'd just let her do that. Because before he could stop himself, he was already blurt asking, "I've seen ye stomp baws before, but never seen ye fight like that, ye scrappy lass. Where'd ye learn tae do that?"
She looked at him incredulously, "I had the same Starfleet training you did. That includes hand to hand training." Duh face!
"Well aye, but...did ye not have attend the 'when it's appropriate tae use force' seminar? I mean, I've guilty of failin' in that account as well, but it's usually when...uhh...weapons are pulled oot and there's wee people with revenge on their minds? That, and that's back when I knew less than I do now," he was saying, hands pointing around wildly at nothing in particular, like maybe San Francisco was that way and that's where he had sat in on that long boring discussion, and the room was THIS big, and the chairs were this way and that way around him, and they put his ass to sleep so that he was slouched around the whole time, trying to get comfy. "She didnae even have a weapon!"
"I don't remember that seminar." She shrugged, walking towards their room, "If she had a weapon I would have pulled one too." That was appropriate force! She opened the door and stepped inside, then rushed into the bathroom to clean her forehead.
"blooooooooody hell," he whispered, punctuated with a sigh as he closed the door and locked it. Then he poked his head in through the bathroom door and watched her. "Ye want me tae find some ice? I cannae really phone for some, because that might be suspiciou....nevermind, I've got it."
Scotty went to the phone, rang up room service, and ordered chilled champagne! There, instant ice. Even if champagne barely qualified as real liquor and he thought it was somewhat disgusting.
"There's an ice machine down the hall." She rolled her eyes. Actually champagne sounds nice.
"Tae be honest, why risk them looking for people who are goin' for ice, if they have everything camera'd up the arse these days? This way looks less suspicious. Only covering our arses."
He sort of sat on the bed, eyedarting, and sort of running that scene through his mind a few times, like he was quietly mulling it over.
She looked at him like he was crazy, "What? People get ice all the time. That's normal."
"Especially so after they've had an altercation which involved kicking someone in the face and having their own face bounced aff a bar, and not waiting for security tae show up. Right, that's an excellent time tae go whistling doon the corridor, innocently, and get ice. By all means, Gaila, go right on ahead." He held one hand out toward the door like she could have at it. "I'm sure it's not tae late, and I can cancel the order."
"Well you didn't kick anyone in the face," She pointed out. "I Thought you were going to get the ice.."
"Fine, fine, I'll get the ice, but I was standing next tae you, I'll have ye know," he pointed out, picking up the phone and placing a halt on that order, standing up and giving her a glancing at before he stepped out. "Anything else ye want? Boxing gloves? A helmet? Phasers?"
"What's with the attitude?" Gaila looked at him worriedly
"I'm joking about the phasers an' things? Ye know, ha ha, sarcasm? Though ye have tae admit, that wouldae been very handy," he said, with a thumbs up! But that was short lived, because he was hovering by the hotel door, with one eyebrow arched up a little higher than the other. "The other was just me tryin' tae say, ye know, ye werenae the only person present and I was tryin' tae just...cover our arses. They never gave ye any tactical courses, did they?" He shrugged a little, like it wasn't a big deal and then stepped out to get that ice for her, whistling like 'whaaaateveeeerrrrrr....'
"Ugh." Gaila punched her fist against the sink, then resumed washing her forehead. Ugh, maybe she did need more than a bandage.
Not the best time for a told-you-so. Scotty whistled his way down the corridor to where the ice was and retrieved some, then started to whistle his way back. Tune? Pure innocence!
She peeked out, "Can we find Chapel or McCoy? I think I need more of a looksie."
"That bad, is it? Aye, I'll go knock on their door and see if one of them's in." He got close enough to hand her the ice and made a face. "Shite, it's not stopping. Ye got a fine gusher. Okay, hold a cloth there until I can track them down."
Off he went and knocked on the other hotel room where McCoy and Chapel were bunked up. A very much dressed Christine answered the door, and she was clean, spiffy, hair in a high ponytail, 100% clothed, not ruffled or hickized or rumpled or smelling of anything other than a rosey perfume.
"Yes?" Christine said, like nothing was interrupted because nothing was going on, and she smiled at Scotty like she was up to nothing, because there was nothing happening.
"Uhh...okay?" Scotty said, "Hello. Gaila's had a wee bit of an accident and we were wonderin' if ye might take a look at it, either you or McCoy would be fine. If ye arenae busy, lass."
"He's out, but I'm here. Wait here, I'll get my things." She disappeared for a moment and was out the door in an instant, closing it behind her. "Lead on!"
And Scotty led her back down the hallway and into the room, where Christine gave Gaila a smile and moved in close to see what the damage was. "Ouch. Did you slam your head against anything?"
Scotty was rolling his eyes upward and whistled softly like he had no comment.
Gaila was holding a cloth to her forehead, groaning slightly. She was feeling very dizzy at this point, "A bitch was hitting on my man."
"I couldae handled it," Scotty protested, without raising his voice at all. It was merely an interjection. "The one time that there wouldnae have been any bloodshed, even."
Gaila shot him a look, "She was asking for a threesome! I heard that!"
Christine made a face with pursed lips like that sucked. Into the bathroom they went, her emergency travel kit in hand, and one leg stretched out so she could kick down the lid of the toilet.
"It'll be okay. Sit there. This won't take too long, unless you start struggling. I have some skin glue but it's not going to help while you're still bleeding, so I'm afraid it's a stitch or two, at the worst. Not a problem."
Christine smiled and kept her mouth shut for the most part while she started by numbing the spot first and getting her things arranged.
"It's not like I'd agree tae that, Gaila," Scotty was saying in a low voice, "and besides, I think ye brought that up before in conversations, yerself. Though ye were only joking. I think."
"I washed it." She sat down to let Christine work, "Anyway she got it worse than I did." She sounded so proud, and a little vicious.
Both Scotty and Christine gave her a much alike look like they noticed the viciousness, but Christine's was lesser so, and she was able to laugh it off a little, to keep things pleasant. But she could see now, that Gaila's skin was very much green, and she knew that she was an Orion, by this point.
Scotty, however, didn't laugh, but wasn't calling her out on it, either.
"You'll feel a little pinch," Christine said with the utmost patience, "so just let me know if it actually hurts and I'll numb it a little more. Right there. You good?"
She was proceeding with caution because no way did she want an Orion who could outmatch her physically, up her nose in a cramped space like that bathroom.
"I'm good!" Christine was actually a really good nurse and Gaila hadn't noticed any pinching or pain. Mostly she was just glad to get this over with. She'd defended her man. And she was ready to go home. She missed her bar. She missed the apartment, and even Porthos.
"Ok, great." Christine's smile had much more ease to it now, so she dropped the caution and kept going. Her tone turned teasing, at them both, "Nice to have someone to step in, but usually I thought it was the man who was supposed to be doing that. Scotty, you're such a slacker."
"Oh, ha ha," he was saying, but he didn't sound too terribly amused. Sure, he did see the funny in the situation, just that he wished it hadn't resulted in blood being spilled, of whatever color.
"He really is a slacker. But -" And Gaila shrugged, "I kind of wanted to..you know..mark my territory." She flashed her ring at Christine.
Scotty slapped one hand over his face, not out of embarrassment about the ring, because he totally put that ring there and wasn't going to shy away from that. Nope. It was the marking the territory bit that had him doing that.
Christine, however, gasped and nearly poked the needle through Gaila's forehead. "Oh, that's so pretty! You're so lucky, the both of you. Congratulations!"
"We'll invite you to the wedding in six years or so." Gaila giggled.
"Better late than never," Christine said, cheerfully. "Make me a bridesmaid? I seem to be pretty good at it."
Last stitch! All finished. She surveyed her handwork and then gently placed a little bandaid over it, so it was hidden. "All done."
Of course, the bandaid stuck out like a sore thumb on green skin, because it was human flesh toned, but beggars can't be choosers.
"Deal!" To most people it would match fine, "In payment for the stitches, I dub thee brides maid!" Maid of honor belonged to Nyota.
Christine let out a tiny squee sound, because it was probably the closest she'd get to marrying anyone. And she's okay with that. Seriously. She's suddenly not planning weddings, three seconds after an orgasm hits.
"I'm so happy. I'll be the best bridesmaid ever, because of how much experience I have. Yep! That's really great, but what are you going to do about your pheramones?" she suddenly asked, while putting her things away.
Scotty stood outside the doorway with wide eyes.
"Oh, oh yeah, I can see this," Christine said, pointing at Gaila and making a face like 'duh' at them both, back and forth. "You are so green."
Jim would be relieved. No more weddings!
Meanwhile, Gaila was grinning at Christine, "We can get together with Janice and Uhura and plan things!" She blinked, "Pheromones? They aren't an issue. I was hoping to ask you or McCoy about it for when it became an issue."Saved you from a potentially embarrassing conversation and a kick to the balls, Kirk. Biting her lower lip, Christine eyed Scotty like she was looking for him to go haywire. Instead, the man only shrugged at her like he didn't know why she was studying him like that, and so the nurse turned her attention back onto Gaila, instead.
"Uhh? Well, Leonard might not remember anything yet. I told him what I did remember, about everything up until we dropped out of warp into that debris field and things went a little crazy. So that's a problem? But, lucky for you, I started out in bio-research in Starfleet. I might be able to help a little bit." She tried to sound reassuring, but it came with a little caveat. "I won't have the equipment to isolate what your body produces."
"Can Scotty make it?" She looked at Scotty, "Or maybe we can..acquire some?"
"It would have to be very specialized, more along the lines of medical equipment. The problem there is...I wasn't an engineer. I couldn't tell you what parts were inside the equipment, just how to use it and if it was functional or not." She looked genuinely sorry to have to say that, too. "If I could, I would? There's so much that could go wrong with...."
Christine merely pointed a finger at Scotty and then...between them both, back and forth.
"Aye, well aware. But nothing has, yet. So perhaps it willnae, and she's been green for a while. More or less, if anything did go wrong, it's not like she wouldnae tell one of ye," Scotty said, so it was known he was aware of the issue. He only waved off the rest of it.
Gaila wasn't sure she'd tell them any more. But she should. She probably would. She thought she would. Things had gotten more...complicated. She just nodded her head, then swayed, "Whoa.."
"Okay, well, you need to lay down for a while. I'll go let Jim know through his door that it's probably not a good idea to leave tonight. Here." She checked Gaila's pupils with a light to make sure she wasn't suffering from a raging concussion. "Yeah, you took a little bump there. If Scotty will keep an eye on you, and let us know if anything's wrong? You should be fine. I don't want to give you too much until we're sure you're all right. Just get some rest."
With a smile, she took up her bag and gave Gaila a light pat on the shoulder, and whispered a 'be careful?' to Scotty as she passed by and left the room.
Because eeesh, that girl was already considering him marked territory, so Christine didn't think that was a good sign.
Neither did Scotty, but that's another story, because he's in the room with her, still. He moved to help her. "I'll help ye intae the bed, lass. I'm sure ye just need a wee rest, and everything'll be fine. Aye."
Talking to Leo was a good idea, but not right now. There was Kirk too, but Christine just gave that door a stern looking at, like she wasn't sure she wanted to go there or do that. Blargh!
"Its not that bad...I wanted to go home!" Gaila scowled and then stomped her foot, "Damn it! Stupid bitch, if I see her again I'm feeding her her own tampons! And I don't need rest!"
"I think ye should listen tae the nurse, tae be honest," Scotty said in an attempt to reason with her, and keep her from falling over sideways. In fact, he even rested his hands on her arms, and tried to...stay away from stompy feet...while leading her toward the bed. "Ye do seem a wee bit on edge today. I'm also not territory tae be claimed, but that's another discussion for another time."
"I'm not on edge! And I'm not claiming you!" GRWAR.
"Ye mentioned marking yer territory. Really? What's next. Ye goin' tae piddle on me and insist I dinnae bathe? Pleasant, but I'm not really intae that sort of thing, sorry tae say." He laughed a litle bit, trying to set her at ease. "Here we go. Onto the bed, with ye. We'll go home soon. Promise."
"You know I don't like golden showers," She replied dismissively.
Well, Scotty had his hands full, so Christine just decided to be a person geared toward her own betterment, and walked over to Jim Kirk's door, rapping her knuckles upon it. Someone has to inform him that their leaving is going to be delayed!
Jim answered the door, thinking it was Scotty, so he was naked again. For trolling.
Scotty laughed a little and nodded, then wrinkled his nose up, "Rather nasty, that is." Down on the bed she went! With pillow fluffing! For her aching noggin'!
Christine took her medical kit, and promptly smacked him upside the head with it. "What's wrong with you? You don't answer the door buck ass nekkid. Put some damn pants on."
Ugh. Her eyes. She wanted to poke a needle in them and pop them.
Janice, meanwhile, facepalmed and threw some pants at him.
Laughing, he left the door open for her as he pulled his pants on, "Thought you were Bones or Scotty."
"Not quite. Leonard got a lil' sleepy, and Scotty's busy. He might be in deep crap too. You aware that Gaila's marking her territory much or what?" Christine said, feeling like a rat, but as a medical professional, she had some sense of duty to inform her fellows whenever a situation arose, because it was a safety and wellbeing issue. "Because I just got done giving her stitches, after some woman tried to hit on Scotty."
Janice? Was peeking her face around the corner, still hidden in the room, but listening in.
"Wear bones out?" Jim teased, belting himself up, and then shooting a look at Christine, "She needed stitches? Wait, did she piss on him?"
"What do you mean, marking territory?" Janice asked, casting a critical eyed glance at Christine. And maybe Kirk's ass, for a split second.
"Yeah." Pissing would be funny.
"That's not funny," Christine said about the Bones comment, then she got serious. "She did mention the territory thing, but I guess some woman said something about a threesome and Gaila went off on her. She needed two stitches. So if I were you, I'd expect this to get steadily worse. She might have her pheromone cycle kick into overdrive. And then he? Will be angry for a little while, and then very much delusional for a long while after that. As in, waiting on her hand and foot, yes dear, whatever you want dear, zombie man. Fun times!"
Of course, though she smiled at them both, it was Christine's implication that it would not be fun times for Mr. Scott over there.
Janice pursed her lips. Like this was a sour situation, indeed.
"Okay. Are we sure they're kicking in or maybe there's another explanation?" Jim wasn't ready to give up just yet.
"I can't be sure without tests and having Leonard look into it. He doesn't seem to remember much, but I do remember him helping you when you had balloon hands. Not sexy, by the way? Eww." She waved a hand around like he should wait up before saying anything. "She's got a mild concussion. She needs one night to rest before we go home. I don't want her jostled too much, is all, since she's very dizzy, and movement like that might cause vomiting. All I know is what I saw, and there's no way we can do a suppression shot without equipment, which we don't have available to us. I know I'm only a nurse, but...that's my opinion."
"Any idea what equipment we need?" Jim got a glimmer in his eyes. Like he had a plan. It might involve theft.
"We'd need some lab equipment, I think? Blood scanners but it'd have to be something very indepth and adjustable, because she's got a very unique physiology, and her blood is going to be copper based, not iron. Then we'd need something to isolate the pheramones themselves, probably some things on a genetic level..." Christine began prattling off the things they'd need, finishing with, "I don't think, in my opinion, you'll be able to get this stuff in time. I mean, it could happen at any time."
Jim nodded his head. He had a few leads he could call in. They might be able to get something to reduce the effect, "Is there a way to sedate her if we have to?"
"Stun isn't going to work too well on them, they have a stronger physiology. So I don't know if a standard stun gun or something would have any effect," she mused aloud, looking around the hallway and rubbing one hand over an elbow, as she thought it over. "I think she could be sedated, but it'd be...a little hard for anyone to do that, if they weren't, say, a Vulcan. If she's not on the suppression shots already, I'd get a massive headache just trying to reach her to give her a shot. It would have to be at range. And, even so, you'd have to contend with Scotty going into defense mode if he's been around her long enough to be affected."
"This suddenly got very messy," said Janice and squinted a little as Christine pinched her fingers together to show how much. It wasn't a tiny bit, but more like two or three inches. "Very messy."
Jim suggested, "I have a phaser?" He didn't want to have to resort to that, "Can't she control her own pheromones?"
"I think it's natural," and Christine shook her head, like she'd rather they didn't resort to that either. She already liked the girl and didn't want anything bad to happen to her either. "Can we not ruin my bridesmaid status? Looks like she's got a ring on her finger. Anyway! It's simply the way their bodies work. From what I understood, when they find a companion, they sort of work by holding them in thrall. It's like imprinting that that? Is theirs. No one else's. It's like a cat marking it's territory."
Jim's eyes widened, "Really? There's a ring on her finger?" Scotty was doomed, might as well count him out now. He's a goner! "He didn't look enthralled, though?"
"Maybe the ring made things worse." Janice pulled her robe on tight around her body, holding it closed with both hands, so she could step out from around the corner. "It might not have been the best move, sir."
"No, he seemed like himself, and was even countering what she was saying like he was able to make his own points," Christine answered with a shrug. "I told him to be careful when I left but...I don't know? He seemed fine."
"Would a gas mask counter the pheromones?"
"It could be blocked. I mean, something like that has to be smelled or breathed in. That's theoretically, but they are pretty potent. You know what?" Christine snapped her fingers and pointed at them. "We're not going about this correctly! Leonard is the King of the Lab. He has some equipment at his disposal, it's just convincing him to use it that might get tricky? Seeing as how it's for dead people, but they have stuff for screening blood in there too, if I remember correctly, from him talking about it?"
Not to mention stuff for DNA too!
"I'll talk to him." Jim nodded his head, "I can be convincing."
"Ok, well that'll help. I didn't want to overload him too much with crazy dream things, which...all that stuff I dreamed about, same as the people on the valar net...it was true, wasn't it?" She had to ask, to be certain.
Jim nodded his head, "I believe so. Some of us aren't so certain." He wished he could get through to Spock.
"Only want to make sure I'm not crazy," Christine said, nodding to them both. "I guess we're leaving in the morning then. Sorry to interupt your evening. Have a good night, you two." She walked off with a wave of one hand, heading back to her room!
"You too." Jim swung the door shut and leaned against it. Shit...just shit... "Shit."
"That's an understatement." Janice had both arms folded over herself, in what looked as though she was giving herself a hug.
"We need a backup plan."
"You're lacking your first officer for the making of said plan, which would make this even easier, if he were here. But you got me, so you'd better start trying to bounce ideas off me and seeing if anything sticks," she suggested. "He may, also, now be aware of it. He's not an idiot."
She meant Scotty, but was certain Jim gathered who she was talking about.
"Build a dungeon."
"That's probably going to take time to construct it, and that's time you might not have."
Janice shrugged a shoulder ever so slightly, like she wasn't sure of any timeframe, if they didn't have any tests.
"We have that sub, don't we? Get the life support running and it'll work."
"I'd debate holding someone hostage in such a situation but we shouldn't put that off the table, if it's in a short term sense. There needs to be a long-term solution rolling, in the meantime."
"We need supression shots." That was final. There were no if, ands or buts about it!
"Then you're going to have to find someone capable of producing them. As soon as possible," she said while nodding in agreement. "I can look for doctors in the area who might be more research based. But the problem with outside help, is that her blood and genetics are going to have some strange characteristics, if she's already green-skinned, to the rest of us. People will ask questions."
"Questions we won't have an answer to. Questions she won't be willing to answer." Jim started to pace. He didn't see anything that they could do, "Spock might have some answers, if he's willing to look at the question."
"You've encountered him, haven't you? Is he simply not recalling anything much, like McCoy hasn't? Perhaps it's because they're both incredibly stubborn, in their own ways."
Janice stood by, watching him pace, but not interfering. She'd seen it before, and sometimes it helped him think, so she knew better than to get in his way.
Jim shook his head, "He's recalling some but he thinks we should remain 'grounded' in this reality, and not chase dreams."
"He's trying to remain practical," she offered, as an explanation. "I think, if I were a Vulcan, I'd say it would be illogical to draw attention to one's self, by acting out of the ordinary and possibly disrupting things. I'm only guessing though. It might be more like him under normal circumstances to offer a hypothesis than discount things entirely. But the Spock I knew is likely different too, like the rest of you. I never heard you mention balloon hands, for instance."
"Some kind of vaccine reaction, I don't know the details, just that he was chasing me with needles." Jim snerked.
"And you let him stick you with a hypospray? Impressive. Most of the time you bitched about having to go in for even a physical exam." She smiled a little in response. "I know I don't remember everything. I wish I could be more help or turn into Mister Spock for you. But I can't. So. My advice is going to have to be to talk to Doctor McCoy, somehow convince him to work on a suppression shot, or we find someone who will be capable of keeping quiet. Given he nature of the situation? That's not going to be easy. As for Spock..." She shrugged, like she didn't know for sure what to do, other than offering, "Be patient?"
Easier said than done, considering who she was looking at.
He didn't want to be patient! He didn't always get along with Spock but he wanted to! Goddamn did he want to. Kirk paced a little faster, frustrated. Its not like they could just beam up and go to sick bay.
"I know you're best at thinking on the fly, sir," she said, softly. "We are in a bit of a pinch. And we're aware of the problem, at least, and likely so is he. He's been warned. He knows. So since it's more or less a yellow alert status right now? Maybe speak to McCoy, get the ball rolling on that, and hope she's stable enough in the meantime."
He sat down on the bed and rested his chin on his hand. He looked very thinky. Or maybe constipated.
"Do you need to take a dump, sir?" she asked, to try to break the mood and at least get him to laugh a little bit, and relax. Even if only for a smidge.
Look how helpful she is! She even pointed to the bathroom!
He cracked a smile, and swatted at her.
She maybe laughed a little bit and then sat down by him, and leaned just enough to rest her cheek against his arm.
Just a little bit, because, indeed, the situation? Sticky.
He put his arm around her. Because the situation? Was sticky.
Indeed. So she's putting both arms around him, just for...umm...moral support. Right. That's all that is. >.>
And he was kissing her, to accept some of that moral support.
She might as well keep right on kissing him since moral support is always a good thing, and one can never have enough of it, and it's better to just...spread it around where it was needed most.
Jim can think of a few places she can spread around that moral support.
Already working on that, Captain. Just sit tight.
Enjoy the ride.